The Hero's Journey

But a Spark unknown

to all except those

who have come before, she lies

alone. The water, her life blood, does not

nurture; she tries not to drown but

her feet weigh her down; only the crown

stays above. Safety lies in getting

Out. Escape. Away.

Back to where she came from.

Back home.

Safe.

She pours out with the water & a flash

of light, too bright, the crown closes and

Spark disappears.

Nowhere to go.

Home is no more. Fears

of drowning keep her alive. Distrust

keeps her moving.

She flies, chases the clouds of other lives, hides in the space left vacant by one she doesn’t know, presumed gone, dead; escaped when there was still time.

Then one day

she looks ahead and sees:

Spark. It was there all along.

It never left. It was just waiting to be

Seen. Acknowledged. Validated.

In the Trees, the Stones, the Sky and

Earth. She found home.

Within her  heart.

Safe.

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